Something felt weird... as in my mind couldn't quite get it's bearings and that left me feeling eird, and only half there. All the world felt slower and covered in sweet honey drawing out each moment to the point where it became confusing to me. What exactly was happening anyway?
I was in a tall building, I knew this. I felt high above the ground and anyone who might be able to help though I was unclear as to why I needed help. There were some things I knew; the air was thin so high into the sky, someone else was here with me, and I was more turned on than I could ever remember being, ever.
Vaguely I registered waking up and falling back asleep, tossing incoherently on my futon and mumbling nothing, pressing mu hips into the mattress. My desire for whomever was so strong that dreaming about it was simply a sham, I needed real-life justification.
When my mind was unable to deal with the frustration of dreams it would buck harshly into the futon sizzling my nerves in excitement. Falling into unconsciousness again...
The hard mattress numbed my body, one of my hands skimmed along the top of my head. God why does this feel so fucking tingly?
Somehow I went higher in the building as if by levitation, and someone was still with me. Close, so close I was warmed by the heat coming off in waves from her body. It was Olivia. This I knew.
No one else constantly has such an intense body heat. Who am I to lie anyway, I knew I was dreaming of her all along.
There's something about the way her hair twirls when she turns head to me, and the light in her eyes. Not to mention how deep she can be; weed helps of course. Right now I'm recovering from spring break. There's still four more days of partying but today I need to chill out and calm down.
I dropped some ecstasy last night, my jaw is still clenching. I think I might have taken too many. I took five transformers and two straight-white caps.
Someone told me it was pure MDMA but I don't want to think like that. Plus all that weed, and of course alcohol. I was stupid but I don't regret it even if my body hates me right now. All those drugs are making my imagination super-charged and super-capable right now. Real vivid and life like.
Can you guess what I'm thinking about?
The ghosts of last night tease my mind... something ticklish sliding down your insides and settling at the base of your stomach returning up your throat feeling like a hot-brick on fire. Shots of 151 piling up around you. Beer in the background. And the zong.
Oh my god, the zong. Someone brought a two foot zong to this party and people just keep filling it full of weed, and whatever. Someone must have been a fool and bought shit that was laced, but no one cared anyway. I think salvia might have made its way into the zong 'cause for an hour I felt like I was in a huge tunnel of water.
If I turned my head left I was drowning, if I turned it right I was drowning. Anything felt like everything and I swear to god someone was listing all the colors in space to me, in my ear from Michigan.
I'm fully aware that I have a hangover but I'm still wicked high. I did so much ecstacy I wouldn't be surprised if I stayed up for the rest of the day and night just laying in my bed touching the blankets and giggling. Nothing matters today anyway.
Except making it to the bathroom in time eight hours later when I feel so hungry I could barf. That's one of the things I hate about e, there's really no desire for food. Just touching things and looking and things and trippin' out over the tiniest little thing because it comes in and takes over your world for a brief time.
And dreaming about Olivia. Running my hands over her long, tight body because I know for a fact that if I ever have sex with Olivia, we'll both be high and she'll seem so model-esque and vulnerable. My body is humming with all the possibilities...
Isn't yours, Olivia?
A/n I've never done e, and think it's a stupid drug. But I hear the sex is amazing, and plus Viola seems like one more into the drugscene. This will eventually go some. In time.